I’m so sorry!”“You never answered my other question. Do you like looking at your naked mother?” Her hand still tugs at mine while the hand tha...t was on my knee is sliding up my inner thigh.“Oh, Mom, please; I said that I’d never do it again!”“You didn’t answer my question, Son; do you … or don’t you … like looking at your naked mother?” Her hand slides up even further until her fingertips are gently rubbing against the bottom of my ball sack, sending strange feelings through me.“Ye … Yes, I do,. I mulled over the comments coming in. Some in the audience just wanted to get to the main event—no surprise. I liked watching it, myself. But a lot of them were just happy to see a naked, horny, stupid, collared wife clean a home. That suggested most of our audience consisted of older married guys-guys with a little money and a long marriage who thirsted for the fantasy wife instead of the one they had. And chances were pretty good, actually, that the wife they had was all right, just like mine. College work was a lie. As I left the kitchen I could feel my juices run down my inner thigh. I must have cum really hard and I knew that as soon as I got upstairs I was going to put my fingers up my cunt and then lick them dry afterwards.---Mike looked at Maggie, he lifted his drink and walked to the kitchen door, closing it slowly.“So,” said Mike, “What have you two been chatting about?” he asked, casually as he walked over to where Maggie was standing.“Oh! Various things,” said Maggie.“Are. "After all these months, you're still very much the country girl!" laughed Binta. "You'd rather have the quiet of a rural evening. Crickets and cicadas in the evening sun. A perfectly black sky and none of the ceaseless roar of traffic. Perhaps that's why I love you! You're just like me!"Ana sighed. "You're right! It still doesn't seem right to me. I'd love to live in the country again. Rif. Jebel. Khlib. It doesn't matter where. That's all I really want." And yet you want us both to settle in.